Enola

What I miss most is that she was a velcro bird. It was hard to put her away to bed because she would instantly try to fly back to my shoulder. She didn't want to be anywhere but with me,

She sadly had very few crest feathers. She was always a little sickly from being poorly bred, and her crest feathers tended to fall out. One day she managed to grow one, and it stayed for a little while, but mostly she was just a silly little baldie.

She was trained to poop on command when she was out. I would keep a small pad of paper next to me when we hung out and when she gave me her tell I would hold her over the pad of paper and she'd do her poop, and when it was full I'd tear off the top poopy sheet and throw it away. She's the only bird I've ever known who did that.